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jourdan brothern – hit lyrics

[intro]
saucey, you a g+nius
godd+mn, bj with another one

[chorus]
i got murder on my mind
trying to k!ll n+ggas, but them n+ggas on that line
trying to k!ll n+ggas, then i end up with that fine
n+gga get close and you play with me, you gonna end up dying
he gone end up on his phone, go on the net and start lying
got my stick n+gga, i’m gone hit n+gga
got my stick n+gga, i’m gone hit n+gga
got my stick n+gga, i’m gone hit n+gga
got my stick n+gga, i’m gone hit n+gga
[verse]
got this stick, it’s gone shoot b+tch n+ggas
it can shoot fake n+ggas and riding d+ck n+ggas
you brought a knife to a gun fight, i get my l!ck n+ggas
got corona, need some lysol (godd+mn, bj with another one)
n+ggas make me sick, n+gga
take his phone, take his life, take everything he got
take his shoes, take his drip, f+ck it go take his thot
everyday i’m robbing n+ggas, can’t no one make me stop
you the type of b+tch n+gga to make a hit and go flop
sh+t go hard on my momma, tryna make a song with top
she a lil’ snow bunny, on my d+ck she gone hop
shot that n+gga dead, and i just let that body rot
twelve asking f+cking questions, i don’t know who f+cking shot
sneak dissing on the net, now that b+tch n+gga dead
touch up on this f+cking carti, it’s a whole lotta red
choppa go bah bah, shots straight to his head
choppa like his f+cking momma, sent his ass straight to bed
n+gga i’m a f+cking soldier, huh
first to do this sh+t, i feel like i’m soulja
knew that i was gonna be somethin, see i told ya
b+tch you a f+cking hoe, ain’t n0body gone post ya
choppa gonna k!ll these n+ggas
if you want a feature, better book that sh+t
left the album straight in the pan
gotta go back and cook that sh+t
he hide it in his sock, this sh+t ain’t nun to playboi carti
i might have to start my own if you don’t start this party, gang
i’m rich forever n+gga, we ain’t stay together, n+gga
shot that b+tch n+gga, now he light as a f+cking feather, n+gga
i saw a lil’ bad b+tch, and her name was heather, n+gga
we went and cooked them n+ggas
now them n+ggas chicken tenders, n+gga
[chorus]
i got murder on my mind
trying to k!ll n+ggas, but them n+ggas on that line
trying to k!ll n+ggas, then i end up with that fine
n+gga get close and you play with me, you gonna end up dying
he gone end up on his phone, go on the net and start lying
got my stick n+gga, i’m gone hit n+gga
got my stick n+gga, i’m gone hit n+gga
got my stick n+gga, i’m gone hit n+gga
got my stick n+gga, i’m gone hit n+gga

- jourdan brothern lyrics

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